Disclaimer: The characters in this fanfiction are the property of the following: Butch Hartman, Frederator and Nickelodeon. I am but a humble writer who, unfortunately, makes no money from this story.

Chapter 1 - Living the Dream

(...Dimmsdale High...seven years into the future...)

The halls of the school are jammed with teenagers trying to get to different destinations. There's nothing too out of the ordinary here: students stuffing papers and books into their lockers, jocks stuffing nerds into trash cans, friends chatting with each other. Speaking of which...

Three handsome lads make their way through the corridor. One runs a hand through his blonde hair and adjusts the strap on his backpack. Another takes a pencil from behind his ear and checks over an assignment. In between them is a brown-haired young man.

"Chester, did you do last night's algebra homework?"

"How long have we known each other, A.J.? I think we all know the answer to that question", said the blonde.

"How about you, Timmy?"

Timmy doesn't respond. The far-off look on his face seems to suggest that he's lost in thought about something.

"Timmy..."

"What? No, I haven't, but..."

"But what?"

"I was thinking: this is our last year of school. Doesn't it strike you that none of us managed to find anyone...you know...special?"

"That's the way high school is, Timmy."

From his binder, A.J. produces a chart.

"You see, popular people date other popular people and jocks date cheerleaders."

"And where does that leave guys like us?"

Chester and A.J. look at each other, then back at Timmy.

"Um..."

The bell rings. The two rush off to class.

"Whoa. There's the bell."

"See you later, Timmy!"

The two friends disappear into a classroom. Timmy looks around the deserted hallway.

Out of nowhere, Cosmo and Wanda pop in.

"Hey, there, honey", chimes the pink-haired fairy. She notices the sad look on his face.

"What's the matter, Timmy?"

"Where do I start? It's my last year of high school. You'd think I'd have found a girlfriend by now."

"You shouldn't rush these things. There's someone out there for everyone. The important thing is to be patient."

"Also, I tried talking to Chester and A.J. about it, but they just ran off."

"Yeah. If it wasn't for the bell, they'd have given you an answer."

Timmy rolls his eyes a bit at Cosmo's contribution.

"It doesn't matter too much now, anyway. I'm so late for Biology."

The two fairies pop away as Timmy rushes down the hall.

(...moments earlier...)

A dark-haired girl and a fair-haired guy stand in the hall near a row of lockers. The girl is wearing dark blue pants and a pink sweater. She had loved that garment ever since she was younger. It was thought that she'd outgrown it, but, given the brisk November weather Dimmsdale was experiencing, there was no question as to its usefulness.

"I tell you, Trixie, I've been having the time of my life with you."

"I know you have, Ethan. By the way, are you familiar with the old saying 'All good things must come to an end.'?"

"Well, sure, I-- wait, what are you saying?"

"I think the two of us have grown apart. I won't waste time with details, so I'll sum it up: I'm bored with you."

"I don't think I caught that. How could you get bored with me?"

"All you did was take me to the same places: the movies, the park, restaurants. Just yawn, yawn, yawn!"

"I thought that girls liked that stuff. Regular girls, anyway."

"I am not a regular girl."

"Well, since we're breaking up, I feel that I should tell you something: lose the shallowness. No one will want a girl like you."

As Ethan storms off, Trixie stands at a locker, glaring and stewing.

"I can't believe he called me shallow! I swear, if he didn't have such a cute butt, I'd be offended. You know, I've half a mind to hook up with the next guy I see. That'll show him who's shallow."

Trixie takes off down the hall. At that moment, Timmy turns a corner and stops short of running into her.

"Whoa. I'm sorry, Trixie. It's just that I'm really late and--"

"Oh, think nothing of it, um...uh..."

"Timmy. Turner?"

Trixie looks at him nervously; after all these years, he's still a hole in her memories. Timmy exhales.

"Empty bus seat."

"Oh, Tommy. I thought I recognized you."

Trixie runs her finger around Timmy's shirt.

"You know, I'm currently without a boyfriend, and you just happened to come along. Maybe you could...be mine?"

Timmy's lips start to quiver. A dopey smile forms on his face.

"S-sure, Trixie."

She gives him a peck on the cheek and walks away. Timmy turns to gaze at her. He rubs the spot where she kissed him.

(...outside Dimmsdale High...that afternoon...)

The students file out of the building. Chester and A.J. amble along. Timmy comes up from behind them and throws his arms around them.

"Hey, guys. Isn't it a great day?"

"Sure, now that it's over."

"Why are you so happy all of a sudden?", inquired the bald one.

"Well, it might have something to do with fulfilling a life-long dream."

"What? Do you own your own baseball team?"

"No, Chester. That's your dream."

"Oh, yeah."

"Can't you just tell us?"

Timmy moves his mouth to speak, but a lilting voice calls out.

"Hey, Tommy..."

Just then, four guys turn around. Tommy, er, Timmy waves back at her.

"Trixie...!"

She runs into his arms and plants a kiss on his lips. She hands him a backpack and the two of them walk off. Chester and A.J. can't help but stare at the seemingly improbable sight.

"A.J...."

"Yeah?"

"Did that just happen?"

"You mean Timmy and Trixie walking together, hand in hand?"

"Yeah."

"I think they've been giving us way too much homework."

"Does this mean we have to do another story?"

"I hope not. My permanent record can't survive another blemish like that."

(...further down the sidewalk...)

"So...um...would you like to...? Wait! I mean that...what can I do to you? For you! What can I...? Do you think we could--"

"Are you trying to ask me out on a date?", the dark-haired girl asked.

'Emphasis on trying', Timmy thought to himself.

"Yes."

"Well, that sounds great...as long as it's not the movies, the park or any restaurants."

"Not a problem, Trixie."

Timmy felt a little guilty. The relationship he had wanted for so long was barely a few hours old and, already, he was lying to Trixie. He figured that a lot of girls - regular girls - would appreciate going to those places.

He was forced to be creative. One glance at the popular brunette, who shot him a coquettish look, was all he needed.

"Hey! How 'bout going to the mall after school tomorrow?"

"The mall?"

"Yeah. I'm sure that we can work something out there."

"Okay, but don't you go disappointing me", she said as she took back her backpack.

Before stepping onto the school bus, Trixie looks at him once more and smiles.

Timmy watches as the bus pulls out and into traffic.